him and tywin too

anonymous asked:

Can we say joffrey thinks about himself as a more lannister than baratheon ? If so , why does he try to be like robert ? Thanks

No, I don’t think Joffrey thinks of himself as more Lannister than Baratheon. We do see that Joffrey doesn’t feel for his father’s death in ACoK:

“What loss?”

“Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black beard; you’ll recall him if you try. He was king before you.”

“Oh, him. Yes, it was very sad, a boar killed him.”

- Sansa I, ACoK

But nevertheless, he clearly idolises Robert far more than his Lannister relatives, and emulates at least some of Robert’s behaviour (particularly the domestic abuse) far more than he seeks to emulate any Lannister. 

He listens to his mother and learns things from her (there’s a lot of “Mother says” in his dialogue), but ultimately, this is what Joffrey thinks of Cersei:

“My mother says it was treachery and deceit. She wept when she heard. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretends she isn’t.”

- Sansa VI, AGoT

Joffrey’s increasing intractability is an issue of concern throughout the first three books. Sansa notes in Sansa VI, AGoT, that when Joffrey has his mind set on something, Cersei can’t budge him, and that’s indeed what we see later.

He holds Tywin in contempt, too.

“Joffrey, apologise to your grandfather,” Cersei said.

He wrenched free of her. “Why should I? Everyone knows it’s true [that Tywin was afraid of Aerys]. My father won all the battles. He killed Prince Rhaegar and took the crown, while your father was hiding under Casterly Rock.” The boy gave his grandfather a defiant look. “A strong king acts boldly, he doesn’t just talk.”

- Tyrion VI, ASoS

The subsequent discussion gives us a classic example of Cersei failing to realise her children might have different opinions and perspectives to her own, but boy has Tywin misunderstood the situation with Joffrey because of her reports.

“You gave me to understand the boy cared nothing for his father.”

“Why would he? Robert ignored him. He would have beat him if I’d allowed it.”

- Tyrion VI, ASoS

That exchange doesn’t mean Joffrey cares nothing for Robert, it means Cersei’s got just about as much empathy as her eldest son.

Jaime is a non-presence in Joffrey’s life, per Cersei’s request. And, of course, Joffrey loathes Tyrion. Amongst many other examples of their antagonism, particularly of note because by this point Tyrion’s come to the conclusion that Joffrey will kill him:

Joffrey sneered. “You’re the monster, Uncle.”

- Tyrion VI, ASoS

The boy will be as tall and strong as Jaime one day, he thought, and I’ll still be a dwarf beneath his feet. And one day he’s like to make me even shorter.

- Tyrion VII, ASoS

Where the Lannister sigil appears in Joffrey’s clothing, such as the shield on Joffrey’s surcoat in Arya I, AGoT, or his use of a Lannister cloak at his wedding, I see Cersei’s involvement more than Joffrey’s own desires. Frankly, I think the symbolism’s over Joffrey’s head. All in all, Joffrey lived and died believing himself a Baratheon, despite the dedicated efforts of his mother.

timelessfrasers  asked:

Why do you think Cersei did not kill Tyrion? It gives me a bunch of feels but I know she hates him. I am kinda confused by it.

As you said, she hates him, always going to hate him. No matter what. Tywin hated him too but remember the conversation in 3x10 when he and Tyrion talks after the news of Robb’s death? “I let you live and I brought you up as my son because you are a Lannister!” and Cersei understands this, yes, she does, also she understands that killing him is not very smart with Dany in KL, she also thinks that maybe (if she fails) Tyrion can help her as she tells Jaime in 7x05 after his defeat… But mostly, because killing Tyrion in that moment would have ruin her plans, she needs to convince him that she will colaborate in the Great War, and she did very well. I think it can be for a lots of reasons and feelings but the most accurate to me it seems to be the last one.


Ruffles & Bullets

Tywin was smoking a cigarette when she saw him, waiting outside her ivy-covered sorority house. Of course he smokes, she chided herself. He was no longer the boy with skinned knees who ran after her father’s car as they drove away, no more than she was the little girl who cried when Stafford cut her pigtails off. It was 1958 now; boys grew up, hair grew back, and everybody smoked.

But cigarettes weren’t the type of detail you learned about a man through the photographer’s portraits he sent, or the midnight phone calls, or the letters that arrived promptly every Tuesday, the gold TL monogram taking up a quarter of the page. 

“Hello, Cousin,” she said warmly. She was glad to see him.

“It’s been too long, Joanna,” Tywin said. He was leaning against the hood of a red convertible, crushing his cigarette under his wingtip and nervously running a hand through his hair. He never said hello, as if it inevitably led to goodbye. It was like one long conversation had been going on between them for years. Her Boston boarding school, and the year in Paris perfecting her French, and now Wellesley were all just inconvenient interruptions. They always picked up right where they left off.

“We spoke yesterday. Today, actually. The housemother isn’t very happy whenever you phone for me at 1am.” 

"Fuck her. And you know what I meant.” He studied her. “Pink suits you.”

Joanna looked down at her coral colored heels in surprise; when men looked at her, they never made it as far as her feet. They usually didn’t make it back up to her face, either, but Tywin was looking with such intensity that she imagined he could see inside her, see what she dreamed of at night. I know what you want, Joanna Lannister, those eyes promised, and I will give it to you.

She held out her suitcase to him with a murmured thank you, noticing how his hand lingered over hers as he took it, before helping her into the car. She suddenly wished she weren’t wearing gloves. As he slid into the seat beside her, she leaned over without thinking and kissed him deeply. His mouth tasted like ashes.

With Tywin breathless beside her after, Joanna turned on the radio and began rummaging in her purse. “…Health Service has found that a causal relationship exists between smoking and lung-” He switched over to a station with music. “…she told me how she cared for me and that we’d never part, and so for the very first time I gave away my heart…”

At last Joanna found her filtered cigarettes. The box had a picture of mint leaves on the front. She let Tywin light one for her before he drove them away for the weekend.

It was 1958, and everybody smoked.

Old Hollywood Fancast: Romy Schneider as Joanna Lannister

Splitting the e/R GoT AU into two parts (I think, hopefully I have the time to write part two??) Basically, Red Viper!Grantaire and Lannister-who-hates-Lannisters!Enjolras. In advance, I am so sorry.


and who are you, the proud lord said

Grantaire takes a swig of wine right from the bottle, ignores the goblet on the table beside him. He makes a brief face at it, wrinkles his nose, and mutters something about “northern swill,” before returning his attention to Enjolras. His black gaze rakes over him, intent and measuring, and Enjolras has to steel himself to stare right back. He’s heard all about him, this younger prince of Dorne. He’s known as the Red Viper for a reason–his travels in the Free Cities where he learned gods-knew-what, how his enemies always died of minor, festering wounds–he’s a man who should be feared, and Enjolras is wary.

“What’s your name, boy?” Grantaire asks him, reclining in his chair.

Enjolras bristles, takes a deep breath. “My father is Lord Enjolras, the lord of Fairisle.”

“Looking at that pretty blond hair of yours, your mother is a Lannister bitch,” Grantaire all but snarls. “Neat of them, to put a Lannister pup in my household under a different name, although perhaps they should have chosen one without the famed good looks.” He rises to his feet, and Enjolras does not flinch. He does not flinch as Grantaire stalks toward him, prowling, more like a lion than a snake.

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Why I Enjoyed Reading TWOIAF

1) It contains pictures of characters, places and objects as GRRM imagined them.

If you have read ASOIAF, you know that Game of Thrones’ casting is often contrary to how the characters are described in the books. TWOIAF shows you how they are really supposed to look like. Also, staring at the beautiful images of castles, princes and queens made me feel like a child reading fairy tales again. Now check out the fucking Iron Throne.

2) It contains a map of every region in Westeros, plus some in Essos and Sothoryos.

When reading the books (or any book for that matter), I focused more on the dialogue than on the long, sometimes boring descriptions. As a result, while I can quote most ASOIAF characters, even secondary ones, I had only a fair to confused knowledge of their world’s geography. TWOIAF, with its detailed maps and enticing history of each town and ruined city, changed that for me.

3) It made me understand how important the Targaryens are.

Even when I made a compilation of Dany’s inspiring words, I believed she was way too overrated. TWOIAF explained to me why ASOIAF and Game of Thrones alike seem to focus a lot on her story. Of course I’ve always known that many Targaryen kings had ruled for a very long time before Robert took the throne but I had no idea just how rich their history is.

4) It shows Tywin Lannister in a different light.

I’ve always been aware that Tywin was the way he was because he had been ashamed of his father, had suffered humiliation from the Mad King, and had felt heartbroken because of his wife’s passing. But still I never really sympathized with him, probably because I liked Tyrion too much. But now Tywin is one of the characters I can truly relate and look up to. Check out the face on the handsome fucker.

5) It was written by a skeptic like myself.

TWOIAF is presented as a history book written by one Maester Yandel (instead of by GRRM himself). It’s like a thesis, with sources here and there, and with arguments on which accounts are more credible than the others. I’m telling you, I was not prepared at all for the amount of critical thinking that went into this book. It mocks (in a scholarly tone) tales about the children of the forest, sea dragons and whatnot, pointing out that they’re nothing but twisted facts embellished by singers and commoners throughout the centuries. Of course I’m pretty sure The Others really exist but I appreciate the author’s empiricism all the same.

6) It gave me a much better understanding of the Houses.

Before reading TWOIAF, I knew that the Starks, the Lannisters and the Baratheons were badass; and that the Martells and the Greyjoys were different. The Arryns, the Tullys and the Tyrells were interchangeable for me. TWOIAF taught me the history of these families (as well as of other families that used to be more prominent than them) and about the unique strengths of their realms. I am now even more impressed by how rich the whole ASOIAF universe is.

7) It was written for the Baratheons.

The “author” started writing it during Robert’s reign, but then he died and so did Joffrey. The whole thing is now dedicated to Tommen. And therefore it is fucking hilarious. Like I hinted at earlier, the book’s content was written in a very analytical and neutral manner… except for the sections where the author is obviously kissing ass. I mean, read this shit.

8) It somehow satiated my hunger for Book 6.

It’s like when the food you ordered is taking too long to be served, but then the free breadsticks happen to taste fucking amazing. I read the five books over two centuries ago, so I needed something, anything to dampen the pain. TWOIAF did just that. (Although frankly the parts about “China” bored me the fuck to death.)

Thinking of reading TWOIAF?

  • If you have read ASOIAF, this book will refresh, strengthen and build on your knowledge. It has sections dedicated to every House and every domain in Westeros, as well as the known territories within the other continents. The Doom of Valyria and the Dance of the Dragons are explained in detail.
  • If you have not read ASOIAF, there’s no harm in reading this book. It’s a prologue more than anything. It talks about the First Men and Loras Tyrell’s great-great-grandfather and shit. It has zero spoilers whatsoever on what will happen to Arya Stark or to Jaime Lannister or to whomever your favorite character is.
  • If you make fan art or write fan fiction, this book is GOLD. Through a wealth of pictures and words, it reveals why characters from certain Houses look, think and act the way they do by presenting you with their history. It illustrates that—as in any society—their values are not random but rather inherited and/or internalized throughout the centuries.

I think the only ones who will fail to fully appreciate TWOIAF are those who have neither read the books nor watched the show; and of course, ASOIAF fans who have been made deeply bitter by the mercilessly long wait for Book 6 that they’re just so fucking furious that GRRM had to spend his time writing this shit instead of focusing on The Winds of Winter.

For sneak peeks, feel free to check this out.